Third Place, The Colorado Lawyer Poetry Contest, 2006.

If you ever get the chance, live with an artist.

Live with an artist and you begin to notice

the shapes of things.

Even the air around the enormous

sprig of forsythia

in the beer bottle,

the way its presence

makes the room fade away,

its relationship with the white wall,

its simple canvas.

Selected Poem from What Remains (Turkey Buzzard Press, 2016).

To love a country is to know its poets.

Is there the soul of a human being in there?

Pure uncertainty yearns in a minor key.